Was up late. Managed to get cleaned well. Still editing my best short stories book, The Gold Jacket. Think I'm not drinking enough water. Will stay home today and continue writing 'Unchained'. I already have the plot.
I'm wrapping up the Unchained short story this morning -it came together well with a bit of adjustment to the original text, mainly the curious card the protagonist is given. Then I shall have the book I will market somehow...
Ate a ramen with a little pressed garlic in soy and olive oil. Had been hungry since 7am. Now's 10:30. Wonder what's for lunch. The Liew fighters are being let go on condition they don't do too much anymore, destroying the West, that is. Be fair, Barneous, for you will be judged accordingly.
Jealous Liew forces still hammering on people doing good works. They struck our small group just now, seeing me having fun finishing my final short story. I guess a life wasted really stings a person to the heart. I have an Ella Fitzgerald record spinning in the living room while I type this in my room. It is after all a shoebox of a house. A cup of Essenzo microground coffee beside the used ThinkPad, with its silky-action chiclet keys. Heaven can't be far away for us.
Had to use some power on the West. They seem unstable. Took some out of their brain and hand nerves so they would stop hurting us and using the Liew sinners against us. The world is no longer a nice and safe place, ditto in the mindscape. Having some trouble writing Unchained. Am undecided on the continuation and how it will match the ending which acquired a surprising double twist. Circle / God. How fortuitious.
Took a shower and am changed into fresh clothes. No constipation this afternoon. Must write and write well. Then to get the book out there.
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